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This week, I’m digging back to October 2016, a time when I was deep into pen and ink, lost in lines and textures. Most of what I was working on then ended up as screen prints on some pretty spicy tees, but this particular series was a little side thing. No pressure, no product, just a fun, sketchbook-fuelled experiment.
I was messing around with portrait styles from the early 1900s, trying to mash Edwardian elegance with a bit of punk defiance. Think Charles Dana Gibson’s high-society ladies, but with piercings, patches, and an attitude problem. I spent hours studying his work, those ridiculously detailed curls, sharp features, and over-the-top poise and then scribbling my own versions where they looked like they'd just walked out of a squat gig instead of a parlour.